Waking up in Chains

A new novel I'm writing (trying something sort of new), a girl named Naomi is kidnapped and kept in a secret location by Jonas, who's just trying to find someone who wants to love him. Although, he's finding it the wrong way.
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NAOMI
SLOWLY BECOMES CONSCIOUS. She lifts her head up as she wakes, to
find that her body is restrained. Her arms are raised above her
head and they hang from chains in which are hooked to the
ceiling. Below, her ankles are held above the floor by chains
that are hooked to the ground. This design of restriction has her
held in the middle between the floor and the ceiling, touching
neither of those surfaces. Her body is suspended in the air by
the rusty chains and rings around her limbs.

She
gasps as she looks around, panicked. She discovers that she is
trapped in a small, windowless room, just about the size of a
bedroom. The lighting is almost pitch black, so Naomi struggles
to make out her surroundings. The only light that illuminates the
room is the very faint light bulb, harsh white light, yet almost
burned out. The smell of rust and sweat lingers, and Naomi can
see that the four walls around her are filthy brown and green. To
the left of the wall in front of her, a heavy brown door looks
impossible to open. Just as she goes to inspect the floors, the
light flickers out. Naomi freezes, at first thinking that someone
else might have turned out the light, someone she didn't notice
was in the room with her before. Soon enough, though, it comes
back on, dim and flickering once again. She breathes outward.
Looking down, she sees that the floor is also filthy. It is also
slightly wet as though there was a muddy leak in the room. The
corners of the room are packed with insects and cob webs, giving
Naomi the shivers. As she looks to inspect the last corner, she
spots a dirty, torn, thin blanket, poorly laid out. The eerie
feel of the room and her entire situation makes Naomi close her
eyes for a moment, shutting them tight.

Hearing the muffled sound of keys from the outside of the room
causes her to open her eyes again. She hears the sound of
something coming in contact with the brown door. Slowly, it
opens, creaking. In walks a man with heavy footsteps, dressed in
clothing that looks like he is ready for a rough job. Naomi
thinks of a factory worker in a dangerous facility, or a
construction builder. As the man takes his big jacket off, he
speaks in a comforting voice.

"Hello, darling. Are you awake?" Naomi gives him no answer,
feeling she wants to scream, but fails to get any sound out of
her throat.

"Hmm?", the man encourages, waiting for a reply. "It's okay. .
.Don't panic. You're fine. You can call me Jonas," he tells her,
although, who knows his real name by now? He probably doesn't
even know it himself, going through life on hundreds of aliases
for years now. He reaches to touch her face, but she protests,
leaning back as far as she can in her chains. This makes Jonas
smile, proceeding to gently touch her face anyway, despite her
efforts to move away. She finally chooses to speak, asking him,
"Where am I?" in a panicked voice.

"You're with me now, Naomi," answers Jonas, giving her no useful
information besides the fact that he just said her name.

"How
do you know my name?", she asks. Jonas chuckles.

"Where am I?!", Naomi demands, now yelling. Jonas remains
calm.

"In
my home," he says, and gestures with his arms to draw attention
to the room they are in. Naomi looks around, frustrated,
confused, and frightened at the same time.

"This?", she asks. "Just. . .tell me what you want from
me. Please, I swear, I'll do whatever you want me to. If you
just let me go, I'll never tell anyone. Not a soul. Please,
just let me go?", Naomi pleads, trying to convince Jonas. He is
not moved by her questions.

"No,
sweetie. That's not going to help me. I want you here. With
me," he explains. This causes Naomi to yell once more,
outraged.

"I
don't know you! What do you want me for?!", she screams.

"Whoa, whoa. . .calm down. Here, if you promise to cooperate,
I'll let you out of these chains. I bet your wrists and ankles
are hurting by now. You've been locked there for a while," Jonas
tells her. He proceeds to give her instructions on how he is
going to let her go.

"Okay, since you're suspended in the air from both ends, I'm
going to unlock your legs first. When you're hanging there, I'm
going to take off the chains from your arms. When I do this, you
have to jump forward so that your feet won't land on the hooks
attached to the ground. Be careful."

Naomi
looks down. She notices that she doesn't have shoes on, that he
must have taken them. She also sees the hooks he was talking
about, hooks cemented to the floor for her chains to attach to.

"Okay," she tells him. Jonas unlocked her ankles first, as he
said he would, and then her wrists, and she jumped to the
ground.

"Nice
job, you're a good listener," Jonas tells Naomi.

"Where are my shoes?", Naomi asks. Jonas ignores her
question.

"Are
you hungry?", he asks, instead.

"Please. Please. All I want is to be let free," Naomi
pleads to Jonas, with desperate eyes.

"Darling, if you don't tell me whether you're hungry or not, I
won't know what to get you," Jonas says, completely skirting away
Naomi's begging. She looks down at the floor.

"I'm
not hungry," she says quietly.

"Oh,
come on. I know you must be. I'll go get you something to eat.
I'll be right back. Just get comfortable," Jonas tells her.
Naomi continues to face the floor as Jonas leaves the room. Once
he is gone, she lifts her head up.

"What
happened?", she asks, talking to herself. "How did this happen?
Who is he? How do I get out of here?". Naomi walks to the door.
With no doorknob, just a groove to pull, she places her hand in
it and pulls. Locked. There's no way out. No windows, no
skylights, no nothing. Naomi walks over to the ugly blanket on
the damp floor and sits. As she sits and looks forward at the
wall in front of her, expressionless, her mind is blank in escape
ideas. She is lost, and she has no way to find her way back
home.